AN: Be prepared for a lot of drama this chapter. I hope the wait wasn't too long and hope you enjoy!
Chapter 13:Challenge 13
Buttercup's POV
I woke up in the back of my car and all the events from last night replayed in my head. My eyes started to tear up and I looked down at all of the bruises I had acquired from… the activities of the night before.
I climbed into the driver's seat and started the car. I had to go home eventually.
Butch's POV
I woke up to the sound of an argument coming from the floor beneath me. With my super hearing, it wasn't hard to pick out Blossom's enraged voice. Had Bubbles done something?
"What is actually wrong with you? Do you have no morals at all? Do you have any decency? Do you have any consideration for anyone other than yourself? I can't believe I'm related to you! You didn't even call or text anyone last night and then you have the audacity to come back home looking like this! I don't know what's going on with you, but you better fix it fast Buttercup!" At the mention of my girlfriends name, I flew down the stairs at top speed, only to stop in my tracks when I saw her without a shirt and covered in sex bruises. She went to a kid's birthday party, there was no way this was part of the challenge. I immediately felt hurt, anger, and betrayal hit me all at once.
"I didn't know you liked to be choked babe!" I practically spit out the pet name and sent her a nasty glare. She flinched and looked up at me, unshed tears building up in her eyes. I didn't feel bad, there were tears in mine too and she caused them.
"Butch I sw-swear this isn't what it looks like!" Before she could even elaborate, I cut her off.
"Don't give me that bullshit! I know what you had to do last night and fucking someone else wasn't part of it!" A few tears fell down her face and she tried desperately to talk.
"Butch you d-don't u-" I didn't even let her finish her sentence because I knew what she was about to say would piss me off even more.
"No. You don't understand! I understand better than anyone. I also understand that you fucked another guy last night and you don't have any excuse for it! You didn't even fucking text me last night to tell me you wouldn't be home! That just proves you were trying to hide something!" At this point she was crying hysterically and although it hurt me to see her like that, she hurt me and she deserved it.
"Butch, p-please just l-et me ex-explain!" I glared at her and walked past her to the door.
"And to think I ever loved you." She let out a heart wrenching sob and screamed to me.
"Butch p-please!" I didn't even turn around, but after I closed the door after myself, I let out a few tears of my own.
I stayed outside the door and listened to her heartbroken sobs and her know it all sister still berating her.
"That's what happens when you cheat on someone Buttercup! Stop crying because this is your fault! You can't just keep walking around acting like a whore and expect people to still like you!" I cringed at the pained scream that came from my now ex girlfriend. That was enough, i shot into the sky not wanting to hear anymore.
Buttercup's POV
I couldn't even find the strength to get off the ground after Butch left and Blossom calling me a whore, my own sister, just made me want to die. I buried my face in the carpet and cried as hard as I could, hoping it could ease the pain at least a little bit.
The sound of footsteps came down the stairs quickly and I heard Bubbles fly to the living room.
"Oh my god! What's going on here?" Kit was the first to speak up, but I couldn't stop myself from crying to speak for myself.
"This little slut didn't come home last night because she was too busy cheating on Butch! Now she's crying because he dumped her." I only cried harder, not being able to tell them how wrong she was. I felt myself get picked up and slammed back on the ground. Flashbacks of last night invaded my mind and I started struggling and crying even harder if possible.
"Buttercup! How could you do that to Butch! You ruined your romantic fantasy for your stupid need for attention!" I expected this from Blossom, but not Bubbles.
"Stop. Let us talk to her alone for a moment." Kit spoke up and walked over towards me and lifted me up, placing my face on her shoulder. I wrapped my arms tightly around her and tried to get it all out. My chest clenched (in a good way) as she hugged me back.
"It'll be okay, just calm down and walk up to your room with me and Bradley." I nodded and pulled away from her shoulder and walked up the stairs, trying my best to calm myself down.
After I got in my room I collapsed Indy bed and started crying again once I felt the warm sheets where Butch was sleeping not even an hour ago.
"Buttercup, you need to calm down and tell us what happened." Kit tried to calm me down, but I don't think I could calm down if I tried at this point.
"He- he said he'd n-never le-ave me! I di-didn't want to d-d-do it! I-I didn't m-mean to! They br-oke my ph-phone so I coul-couldn't text anyone!" Kit was quick to cut me off.
"What?"
Kitty's POV
I looked over my best friend and saw bruises everywhere. Her face had dark bruises on each side, bruises covered her neck in the shape of hands, multiple hickeys covered her chest, she had a painfully large one on her stomach, and hand shaped bruises on each wrist.
"Hold on Buttercup, did someone rape you?" There was no way she would willingly let someone hurt her like this.
"N-not exactly… does blackmail co-count?" My stomach knotted up in sympathy for the girl sitting in front of me.
"Yes. Blackmail counts. If you didn't want to do it, but had to anyways, it's rape. Who did this to you?" She moved her gaze to the floor and scrunched her nose.
"I'm not allowed to tell…" I could tell she was scared I wouldn't believe her, but I could identify with her more than she knew.
"It's okay. You know I completely understand what you're going through." She sent me a watery glare and I could tell she was trying hard not to cry again.
"How could you possibly understand?" I returned her glare even though I knew she couldn't really deal with an argument.
"Because I was raped before too Buttercup! You can stop throwing yourself a pity party now because bad things happen to other people too!" Her glare darkened and for a second I thought she was going to yell at me.
"So what motherfucker do I have to kill? Who did that to you?" I looked in surprise as she was willing to put her own feelings aside to protect me.
"Buttercup it happened a long time ago and the guy is dealing with life in prison now." Her eyes narrowed and she looked away from us.
"So what happened?" She didn't look at me, but I knew she actually wanted to know.
"It was after I left a movie theater, the same place I met Bradley. On my way home, I was dragged off by some guy and was raped for three hours before anyone found me. He forced me to do everything and said he would kill me if I didn't. I don't even know who found me because I passed out when someone showed up. All I know is that I woke up in the hospital and Bradley was there even though I only met him the night before. The guy was given life in prison on the spot and that's also how Bradley and I got together!" It was a little hard to look back on, but as I looked at Buttercup I could tell it didn't really help.
"How is that supposed to help? I'm really sorry that happened to you, but you had a happy ending! I lost my boyfriend and my sisters! They all hate me! You understand what happened to me, but they don't and they aren't even willing to listen! H-how am I s-supposed to live l-ike this? I would literally be do-doing ever-yone a fa-favor if I just died! You're the o-only ones who would even dis-disagree with me, but you two w-would be so much b-bett-er off without me d-dragging you into my m-m-mess of a li-fe!" I started to cry as my best friend began to have yet another emotional breakdown. Bradley got up and sat next to her, pulling her face into his shoulder and wrapped his other arm around her back.
"Buttercup, it's going to be okay, I promise you. Nobody wants you dead and we aren't going to let you die. And if anything, all your crazy stunts just make our lives more interesting." I walked over and sat on the other side of her as she clutched onto Bradley's shirt and cried harder. She pulled away from my boyfriend and threw up in the nearest trash can before continuing her breakdown.
Bradley and I looked to each other in concern. Was she really hurt enough to throw up?
Buttercup's POV
The pain in my chest was enough to actually make me want to throw up, so I did. Kit and Brad were the only two people I had left and they couldn't understand everything I was actually going through. While it definitely helped that Kit could understand some of my struggle, I couldn't tell her that my dad's life was constantly on the line. I couldn't tell her everything I had to do but didn't want to. I couldn't tell her who was behind all this crazy shit I had to do and the worst part was that I knew it was only a matter of time before he turned them against me too.
All the thoughts rushing through my head caused my chest to clench painfully. Yet again, I threw up and continued crying. It was time to quit, my life wasn't even worth living anymore.
I laid on the floor until I couldn't make myself cry anymore.
"Thanks for being here guys, but I need to get some clothes on." They got the hint and walked outside my room to give me some privacy.
I looked down at myself in disgust and threw all of my dirty clothes off, not ever wanting to see them again. I got in the shower and scrubbed at my skin until I felt clean, but I gave up once the water went cold and I realized I still felt just as dirty as before. I got out of the shower and picked up the red note on my dresser.
'Well Good Morning even though yours seemed pretty rough. I didn't plan for your sisters to turn against you or Butch to break up with you, but it definitely worked in my favor to see you cry like the little bitch you are. It's always a good day- no, a perfect day- when I can see you cry. Well your challenge today is to be honest. I want you to wear revealing clothing and spend the day in Townsville. The catch? When anyone asks what happened to you, tell them the truth. Tell them you got them from having sex with a stranger. Let Townsville know how much of a whore you really are.'
My eyes burned and I felt a few more tears slide down my face. Maybe it was time to give up. I dressed in a pair of white denim shorts and a big black t-shirt. I put my hair up in a messy bun and slipped on a pair of running shoes.
I stepped out of my room and looked to the last two people who cared about me.
"I'm heading out. Love you guys." I gave Kit and Brad a long hug before walking out to my car, but before I could go, they blocked my way.
"Where are you going?" I quickly thought up a lie and immediately felt awful.
"Just getting plan B. He didn't use a fucking condom and I don't feel like getting pregnant." They looked at me suspiciously, but stepped out of the way.
"Okay see you when you get back." I wouldn't be coming back.
"Love you guys, thanks for always being there for me. Really it means a lot." I started to tear up as I walked out of the house and got in my car.
Once out of the driveway, I started my route to HIM's lair. It was a smooth drive and I hopped out of the car and walked into the lair without hesitation. The second I got through the doors, I saw my dad sitting in a chair, looking up to see who came through the door.
"Buttercup? What are you doing here?" I took in a shaky breath and let it out.
"Where's HIM?" His eyes widened. He was a smart man and he was well aware of what I planned to do.
"Buttercup, don't do this. Leave before he finds out you're here! I promise I'll help clear your name after this is over." I choked on a sob and shook my head.
"Dad, I'm doing everyone a favor here. You don't want to die. I do. Nobody even cares about me anymore except you, Kit, and Brad. They have each other to get over it and you have Bubbles and Blossom." He shook his head and tears built up in his eyes.
"Buttercup, you have a boyfriend and your sisters love you!" That statement alone made me want to throw up again.
"No. Butch dumped me and Bubbles and Blossom made it very clear they were disgusted by my existence. I told you who cared about me and that was the full list. Now let me do something right for a change. I'm not the tough girl you knew anymore. I'm done. I'm done with doing all this, I'm done with all the judgement, I'm done with feeling this way, and I'm done with living! I already feel dead so let me just finish the job! Please…" He looked at me in disbelief and guilt.
"I can't let you do this. At least give it a day to get better. I really don't want to lose you Buttercup. It's hard for me to watch you suffer just like it's hard for you to deal with all of this." I scrunched my face and failed to hold back tears.
"Then why not just let me go?" I didn't take my eyes off of him.
"If I let you go now then I have no chance of ever seeing you happy again." I shook my head.
"Dad, I'll never be happy again, but I promise to give you one last smile if you let me do this." He offered me a small smile.
"Buttercup, if you do this. I'll kill myself as soon as I get out of here." I screamed in anguish. Why couldn't he just let me save him.
"Stop being like this! I'm trying to help you! I'm trying to help Townsville! I'm trying to help my sisters! I'm trying to help myself! Why can't you just let me do this! You think you won't, but you'll be fine! We were going to leave for college after summer anyways! Just pretend I'm going to college or something and refuse to come home for break! I'll probably just end up killing myself after these challenges anyways so why prolong it?" I just wanted the professor to go along with it, but he refused.
"Give it another day Buttercup. You might not feel it right now, but you're stronger than this. By feeling like this, you're giving HIM exactly what he wants. Go back home and complete the challenges. I don't want to see you under these circumstances again. Understand?" I looked to my feet, suddenly ashamed of myself for acting so out of character. I just hadn't felt this hurt, well… ever.
"Yes dad. Understood. I promise I'll get you out of here." I gave him a hug and a quick kiss on the cheek before running to the drug store to get what I said I was. Before walking in, I grabbed a hat from the back of my car and put it on to hide my face.
I walked into the store and bought the pill, thanking anyone who would listen that nobody recognized me. I felt bad for taking so long and I was sure Kit and Brad were worried, especially since the drug store was only five minutes away by car.
Once I opened the door to my house, I was practically attacked by my last two friends and struggled to get free of their little group hug.
"We were scared you left to kill yourself or something! I'm so glad you came back! What took you so long." Shit, I had no excuse. Guess I had to make one up.
"There was a really long line… I gotta go get changed… again." I left before they could ask any more questions and decided to complete my challenge for the day. I kept on my shorts, but changed into a gray crop t shirt and black sandals. I looked in the mirror and decided to pass on makeup. I didn't really care enough.
I dragged myself out of my room for the second time today and snuck down the steps, hoping to avoid my sisters who were in the living room, facing the other way. Either they didn't hear me, or they just didn't care enough to turn around because I managed to reach the door without them saying anything.
Kit and Brad were standing right outside the door when I opened it to leave.
"Buttercup. Are you leaving?" Kit looked surprised to see me leaving yet again.
"You're wearing pretty revealing clothes for someone who's all bruised up." Bradley commented on my new outfit, earning a smack and a disapproving glare from Kit.
"Yeah. I'm gonna spent the day in Townsville, get my mind off of everything." I was actually going for the exact opposite, but they didn't have to know that. They looked concerned, but decided against saying anything.
"Okay, just text us if you need anything." I let out a humorless laugh and turned to walk to my car.
"I don't have a phone." I didn't even wait for a response and hopped in my car, not wanting to walk through the suburbs. They didn't say anything else and I took it as my cue to leave. I pulled out of my driveway and was on my way to Townsville.
Kitty's POV
I looked after Buttercup as she drove off, hoping she would be okay. I jumped a little as I felt a hand on my shoulder, but relaxed when I realized it was Bradley.
"Calm down babe, she's gonna be fine. We should probably talk to her sisters though." I nodded, my eyes still on the road where she left.
"Yeah, we should." I turned my gaze back to Bradley and walked inside to be met with the very people we needed to talk to.
"Oh hey you two, I thought you left." Bubbles smiled at us, but her happy expression dropped when we didn't smile back.
"Why would you treat your sister like that?" Blossom's confused look turned into a hateful glare at the mention of the black haired girl.
"She's a whore! She cheated on Butch who was so good to her! She didn't even have the decency to tell us she wasn't going to come home!" I clenched my fist and felt my temper start to bubble. I couldn't imagine if people said this about me when I was raped!
"You're a Bitch! You turn your back on your sister when she needs you the most! You don't even have the common courtesy to hear her side of the story before jumping to conclusions!" Bubbles, to my surprise came to her sister's defense.
"Don't talk to Blossom like that! It's kinda obvious what happened and her trying to lie to us would only make it worse! We told Buttercup to stop acting the way she has been lately and she's only been acting out more since then!" Bradley all but had to hold me back as I fumed at their ignorance.
"You're both awful! What if you were in her position? What if you had nobody on your side? What if everything suddenly went wrong and everyone you thought you could lean on for support suddenly disappeared?" Bubbles looked like she was starting to come around, but Blossom spoke up before she could think too much.
"It wouldn't happen to either of us because we aren't the attention desperate whore that Buttercup is! She's always been the troublemaker out of us and I'm sure the Professor would back me up if he were here right now!" Bubbles's glare covered her thoughtful look from before.
"She had the perfect fairytale relationship and she ruined it in the most cruel and disgusting way ever! Butch would've done anything for her and she betrayed him!" I opened my mouth to say something, but Bradley's hand on my shoulder stopped me.
"They're too ignorant for us to talk any sense into them. Let's just pack Buttercup's stuff and we'll let her stay with us until she feels welcome here again." He looked over to Buttercup's sisters.
"Well, I hope this makes you happy because nobody else is smiling." He put his arm around my waist and led me up to Buttercup's room so we could get her stuff together.
"So they really aren't going to think about how she feels?" I looked at Bradley, tears of sympathy in my eyes. Buttercup couldn't find out about how badly her sisters think of her.
"I guess not. You can pack her clothes and I'll pack her bathroom stuff." I nodded and pulled a suitcase from her closet, packing multiple outfits that I could see her wearing along with a few pairs of shoes. Bradley soon came out with a bag full of her toiletries.
"Let's pack this in the car and we can wait for her in the driveway." I nodded my head and we switched bags to carry to the car.
Buttercup's POV
I honestly started to forget about my challenge as I walked around the city, stopping to buy a few things that caught my eye. Then a middle aged woman jerked me around to face her as I walked past her and her kids.
"Where are all of these bruises from?" The Challenge flashed through my memory and I thought about how I could phrase this.
"Well?" She had disgusted look on her face.
"Looks like you already know. So tell me, where do you think they're from?" I spoke to the judgemental woman coldly. She didn't know anything.
"Well they look like they're from adult activity." I caught the glance she sent each of her two kids as she avoided the word she was thinking.
"Adult activities like sex?" I bent down to face her kids and continued talking. "Your mommy thinks these bruises are from sex. Well, she's right and if you don't know what sex is, ask her. Don't go for that 'it's when a man and woman love eachother very much' because that's not always the case." I stood back up and made direct eye contact with the now enraged and disgusted woman in front of me. "Have fun at family dinner tonight. Try not to be so judgemental next time." Her jaw dropped and I walked away, not showing how desperate I felt for just someone to look at me with something other than hate and disgust.
I could feel the glare of every person in the city on my back and I needed to escape, even if just for a little while. I ran across the street and ducked into a small liquor store. I ran straight towards the bathrooms, but bumped into someone.
"I'm sorry." I whimpered out and moved past the person, not even looking up to see who it was.
"Fuckin' whore." I froze and the events of last night and this morning flashed through my mind. Tears fell down my cheeks along with a sob. I ran to the bathroom, breaking down to a hysterical mess as soon as I locked the stall. I didn't have to see the person to know who said it. I would recognize Butch's voice anywhere. The thought of him hating me actually caused a pain in my stomach that made me want to throw up, which I did.
This was a new low. Crying on a public bathroom floor from complete and utter heartbreak. My breathing hitched at the sound of someone knocking on the door.
"Are you ok miss?" The sound of another woman rang through the bathroom. I pulled myself off the floor and splashed my face with water before opening the door to face whoever was out there.
"Yeah. Just fine, thanks for asking." I refused to make eye contact and moved past her and walked back outside, wishing I had just stayed out here in the first place. Once again I could feel the heat of several glares on me, but none of them stung as bad as what Butch had said in the store.
It wasn't long before someone stopped me again. "What happened to you?" A guy who couldn't have been older than 25 stopped me with his question, but I could tell he wasn't concerned for my well being. I braced myself for the hurtful words that would more than likely follow the explanation I had to give.
"Oh these bruises? Yeah I got them from the guy who fucked me last night." I spat out bitterly and started to walk away, hoping he just wouldn't say anything.
"Wow, what a Slut!" He laughed along with a few other guys who I guessed were his friends. I turned my hurt look back to the ground and started to walk again.
"Mommy! Look it's Buttercup!" I allowed myself a small sliver of happiness from the excitement in the girl's voice, but the next thing I heard crushed any happiness I managed to find.
"Yeah I saw. Keep walking sweetie, she's not a hero." I froze where I was standing and coughed to cover up a sob that escaped me. I started to hear all the conversations around me and I began to panic.
"Just another child star gone bad."
"She's just so… ew!"
"No sweetie, stay away from that one."
"Nobody even likes her."
"This city would be better off without her."
"She looks so pathetic!"
"The world would be better off without her!"
"I heard she cheated on her boyfriend."
"She's such a skank."
"I don't know what that guy ever saw in her in the first place. I heard he finally dumped her sorry ass."
"Slut."
"Bad influence"
"Whore"
"Bitch"
"Skank"
"Trashy"
"Disappointment"
"Unfortunate"
"Hoe"
"Disgusting"
"Whore"
"Whore"
"Whore"
The street seemed to be spinning and could hear everyone's words repeating over and over again. My breathing quickened to a rapid pace and no matter where I looked, someone was glaring at me.
I tried to move, but wherever I walked I bumped into someone. I looked around and it looked like I was surrounded and everyone was closing in on me.
My heart rate picked up and I started to hyperventilate. I wanted to go home, but I knew it would be the same way there. I spotted a bench and curled up on the far right side of it, hoping people would just ignore me and keep walking. No such luck.
I couldn't tell if people were actually concerned or if they just wanted to make my life worse, but I would bet money on the second one. I could hear at least twenty voices talking about where I could have possibly got all my bruises and twenty more saying there was something wrong with me. I couldn't take it anymore. I stood up on the bench and glared down at every person who gathered around me.
"Is it too hard to just keep walking when I obviously just want to be alone? You wanna know where I got these bruises from? Well I'm sure you already know, but they're from sex!" I heard a loud collective gasp from my makeshift audience.
"Don't sit here and gasp like that's not what you assumed in the first place! You have a question? Ask me. Don't assume and talk about me behind my back! Don't think I can't hear you guys whispering, which every one of you suck at by the way! I hear everything you said anyways so you might as well just say it to my face!" Everyone froze and I stepped off the bench to push past all of them, but was stopped by a hand.
"Don't you have a boyfriend?" I looked at the person addressing me and from their expression, they knew what was up. I turned away and wiped at a tear that escaped my eye.
"Had a boyfriend. He dumped me this morning. Probably because I'm such a whore. At least that's what everyone else seems to think." I pushed past the rest of the crowd and started to walk back to my car.
"Everyone thinks it because that's what you are!" A few more tears fell, but my back was turned so I just stuck my middle finger in the air, hoping he got the idea to fuck off.
Nobody bothered me on my walk back to my car. It had to have been some kind of miracle that I got back to my car without completely believing what everyone said about me.
Butch's POV
After running into my ex girlfriend in the liquor store, I left to get all my stuff from her house. I pulled up to the Utonium household and was surprised to see Kitty and Bradley sitting in their car, doing nothing. I wondered what they thought of the lying bitch called Buttercup.
Since she wasn't here, I knocked on the door and for once, I was glad to see that Blossom opened it.
"Hey Butch, why are you here?" She must've thought I was looking for her backstabbing sister.
"I'm here because she isn't. I need to get my stuff that I left in her room." Blossom moved out of my way and I walked up to her room, determined to get out of here as soon as possible.
I froze as I opened her door and saw that her room was nearly empty. Had her sister's kicked her out? I opened her closet and grabbed all the clothes and shoes I had left here then moved to the bathroom. Nothing was in there except my stuff. I shook the weird feeling I had and put my bathroom stuff in the bag I brought with me.
I walked out of the bathroom, but a red note on her dresser caught my attention. I read over it and scoffed. Even the fucking devil knew she was a whore. I put the note back down on the table and walked out of the house only throwing up a hand to acknowledge Bubbles and Blossom.
As I walked out, I saw a black car start to pull in, but it stopped as soon as the driver caught sight of me. She didn't try to say anything, just started. I held her eye contact with a nasty glare and I followed up with a middle finger directed towards her before flying away.
Buttercup's POV
My heart hurt for every second I stared at him, but I felt like dying when he flicked me off. He really hated me and even though he was being so awful to me, I couldn't help the fact that I still loved him.
I parked my car and rested my forehead against the steering wheel. I pulled the key out of the ignition and for what had to be the 10th time today, I started to cry. I flinched from the feeling of a hand on my shoulder, but I didn't move.
"Buttercup, we packed your stuff. We think it's best if you stay with us for a little while." I looked up and locked eyes with Bradley.
"Hey, hey. It's gonna be okay, I promise." He wiped all the tears that were on my face. I offered the first smile I had given all day.
"I hope so… You guys can lead the way." Bradley smiled back at me and pulled me into a side hug and Kit kissed my cheek in a friendly gesture. I pulled out of the garage and followed them as they drove to their house.
Professor's POV
HIM moved me to a chair in front of a black screen.
"So I understand you received an unexpected visit from that daughter of yours. Hopefully she didn't spoil too much of the newest episode of Buttercup's Crash and Burn." I growled at the thought of watching what got my daughter in such a distressed state this morning.
The screen flashed on and I saw footage of my house. Buttercup nervously stood in front of the door, still looking a complete mess from the night before. I watched her take a deep breath and let herself in, only to be met with a glare from my eldest daughter who was already downstairs.
"What is actually wrong with you? Do you have no morals at all? Do you have any decency? Do you have any consideration for anyone other than yourself? I can't believe I'm related to you! You didn't even call or text anyone last night and then you have the audacity to come back home looking like this! I don't know what's going on with you, but you better fix it fast Buttercup!" My jaw dropped at how mean my seemingly sweet Blossom could really be to her sister. Buttercup wasn't crying, but I could tell her sister's words hurt her from the slight slouch in her typically tall posture.
I continued to watch and my eyes widened as Butch arrived on the scene looking conflicted. "I didn't know you liked to be choked babe!" Her eyes snapped up to his and she was already on the verge of tears. It didn't take an expert to tell this wasn't going to end well.
"Butch I sw-swear this isn't what it looks like!" Buttercup tried to explain herself, but if was clear that he wasn't having any of it.
"Don't give me that bullshit! I know what you had to do last night and fucking someone else wasn't part of it!" A few tears trailed down her face and I knew it was only going to get worse from here. I wasn't too far off on the assumption since the argument ended in Butch breaking up with her and Blossom and Bubbles blaming her for it.
No wonder she wanted to die earlier. She was being serious when she said Kit, Brad, and I were the only ones left on her side.
He skipped to the challenge, where I watched my little girl get glared at, talked down to, slut shamed, and called names by almost everyone, including Butch. He wasn't even civil towards her.
I glared at the screen as he flicked her off from the doorstep. I didn't have to see her to know how much that really hurt her. She parked in the garage and cried into her steering wheel, only stopping when Kit and Brad told her she was moving in with them.
Honestly, I didn't know how I felt about it. I wanted her to live in the home I raised her in, but at the same time, with the situation, staying with her friends is better for her.
The screen went black and I turned my glare to the crossdressing demon.
"That must've made you real happy HIM. Well they can't hate her for too long and once they make up, their relationships will be stronger than ever!" I earned a hard slap from HIM for speaking against him, but I didn't care enough for it to hurt.
"You don't know anything! You need to accept the fact that if you ever get out of here, it's going to be because you lost a daughter. None of this is going to blow over and is all goes well, I can take both of you out. Goodnight professor."
Goodnight my ass.
AN: okay so there's lots of drama in this one, hope you enjoyed the chapter. Please review!